These are the sort of posts that would have us sniffling into hankies if we weren’t butch, virile man/stag hybrids. Another one of our wonderful groom bloggers has gone and got spliced and here recounts his perfect day.

If you’ve enjoyed following Dan’t progress (he was the sweary one who hated pink, remember?) then make sure you catch the full details of how his day went. All the best from Staggered Dan and hope you enjoyed our treat to you via Singapore Airlines…

This is it for Dan. Final checkpoint. Chequered flag alert.

Ring, ring, ring – let me hear you say ‘Way-oh!’ Dan gets some wedding rings. They’re important, you know…

Dan’s stag do ends in ritual embarassment. If you want to see a man with a really extreme wedgie singing “I’m a pretty girl” then this is the place to be.

Dan’s stag do shenanigans continue on in the glorious ubiquitousness of Milton Keynes.

It’s T-minus zero seconds as Dan’s much-anticipated Stag Do kicks off. In Milton Keynes. In the pissing-down rain.

Dan and the wedding suppliers speak mutually exclusive languages

Dan’s Stag Do arrangements hit somewhat of a snag when We’re A Knockout leave him high and dry.

Dan picks up his pruner and takes on the myth that real men can’t handle flowers

Dan cordially invites you to share in the experience of invitation creation.